I had barely seen my 10-year-old niece that weekend. With so many families sharing one roof, she had happily disappeared amongst her cousins, and I was not one to meddle with such peaceful interludes.
However, at the Shabbos meal, she took a seat next to me, and casually draped her arm across my shoulder. I looked down at her alabaster hand, curving lovingly about my upper arm. I turned back to peer into her freckled face, and she smiled tenderly at me, halo aglow with lovingness.
"You've seen the Toys 'R' Us catalog, haven't you?"
Her response was a charming flutter of eyelashes.
"How much?"
"Two hundred dollars," she crooned.
"No."
Her nose wrinkled in annoyance, but she was determined, snuggling adorably into my side.
Well, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
Well, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
2 comments:
that's bold. i approve of her courage if not her methods.
I haven't managed to make her fear me the way the others do.
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